Emergency Assembly

[Clare]

She raised only a eyebrow and thought

well that doesn't answer my question..

She looked around to see what the others were doing , some were shouting , some were whispering and some were just like me silent. I didn;t understand why people were acting like young brats , jeesh it's just a new , dumb rule . I sighed but raised my head when i heard the principal . another one , a pink girl began to shout and Chou rolled her eyes slightly.. this isn’t getting anywhere.

"Those are the ONLY reasons you need to know.?"

I looked suspicious back at Asiv and had to grin a little . She mumbled soft as she went through her long black hair with her hair and looked at the ceiling

"Oh ..So there are more reasons.. how interesting , being vague about the questions means something important is happening , ohwell that's just a thought.."

Hearing some random guy yell towards everybody she sighed soft again, man when is this over? How many will yell their opinions through the crowd? C'mon if you have a brain in your head and you know how to use it ..you'll be able to avoid those 4 dudes with a bad taste for fashion. But i guess that won't be so easy , this will be some boring week , month ,year whatever . This hadn't anything to with her at this moment so she didn't care what Asiv would do about the angry students . She wanted to scream her own opinion through the crowd deep inside but this time she would pass , Chou waited calm for this to end.
I looked through the crowd one more time and saw a white haired girl with a boy standing next to him , she seemed scared . Why ? Chou looked at her with her cold blue eye . Her left eye gave people a eerie feeling when shown so she had her hair in front of her eye. Chou found her cute in a way but this wasn;t the time to find people cute or irritating.

[Winters]

Tension Build-Up

"Let go of m-"

Not the time. Not the place nor the time. He would not let her push him away. This was a terrible time, a terrible place.

"...Tell me."

Tell you my current fears? My pessimistic fears? Never mind what was said at the restaurant. The gang... it's far too small for now, to be of any big influence. There is a LARGE handful of kids right now. Tensions have been high, and worse, the transfers.

" What is going on?"

Looked at her blankly for a moment, as he looked around, as she was looking at him, with that almost 'innocent' look in her eyes.

"I-Isn't i-it o-obvious? A-A f-fight's o-on th-the v-verge o-of b-breaking o-out... A-And w-with c-college s-students a-and t-these n-new e-enforcers.. i-it d-doesn't m-matter w-who w-will w-win.. j-just th-that p-people m-may D-DIE."

You have to get out of here. You have to... have to...

"...I-If p-possible, g-get b-back t-to y-your c-classroom. U-Unless th-this a-announcement i-is o-over, t-the o-only p-point i-in k-keeping u-us i-in h-here l-longer i-is..."

..Eyes widened.

To enrage us. Purposely. He shot a glance at Mr. Asiv. What do you have planned, Supervisor? What's in store for---No. Now's not the time. He looked at Jenna. "...N-No t-time f-for d-details. J-Just... k-keep s-safe. I-If a-a f-fight d-does b-break o-out, h-help p-people g-get o-out o-of h-here.. I-I've g-got t-to g-go n-now. I-I'm S-S.H-H.C-C.P-P...." Turning away, he began to dash out. To the middle. To look at Mitsuki Park.

...School Captain... what are you doing!?

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"[If you begin a mass revolt... you and I will have to personally tango to... 'sort you out', little Captain...]"

People around them were screaming now. Some still asking questions. Some alreadygetting ready to fight. To the person he was standing next to.. he kept a hand on the top of the chair...

'Always good to have a little weapon to start off in a brawl with...'

[Jenna Scorn]

"I-Isn't i-it o-obvious? A-A f-fight's o-on th-the v-verge o-of b-breaking o-out."


I?
Johnathan?

Eye softened as her hand twitched to touch those strands of hair near his forehead, to smooth them away from his brow. But she'd shake her head, looking to the side for a moment.

So heroic.
So damn heroic.
Thinking of others.
So many others.

"...I-If p-possible, g-get b-back t-to y-your c-classroom."

Not without you!

"Johnathan...I..I have to tell you something."

Her eyes would return to him, falling on him like they had so many times before. But this time it was different, this might be her last time seeing him. After all, death could be lurking just around the corner.

"Johnathan?."

"...N-No t-time f-for d-details. J-Just... k-keep s-safe. I-If a-a f-fight d-does b-break o-out, h-help p-people g-get o-out o-of h-here.. I-I've g-got t-to g-go n-now. I-I'm S-S.H-H.C-C.P-P...."

"..........I."

He ran from her, left her there in the middle of the roaring crowed. She felt so small, so useless. So insignificant, to the school, to Johnathan.

Now, she'd turn to head for the door.

Calmly letting those feet carry her away.

"I love you."

But she'd pause, to take one step back.
Trying to find Johnathan in that damned crowed.

Your always so heroic.

[Kane Hikari]

kane sat up and rubbed his head, his pounding headache gone and the pain was less grueling, but now his face hurt. he reached over and started to unwrap the bandages on his arms. a glint of a smile appeared as he stood up. he felt the air brush against the under layer of bandages. "just one more" he thought to himself. he yanked the bandage and suddenly he was free of the bandages. he stood up and took a fighting stance as he looked arround.

he could feel that his muscles had tightened since the day before. he didnt like this training but it was the cheapest one he could get so he had to use it. he stepped out of the fighting stance and walked through the rows of chairs. he came up to a wall that seperated the lower area from the upper. reaching up kane grabbed a bar and pulled himself up with one arm. he didnt like the looks of things, apparently things had changed since he passed out from the pain.

he smiled the same smile that those who were insane took on right before they drove a knife into their victim. he stepped up on a bar and jumped off towards all those who stood in front of him, running straight at Asiv. he knew he would regret this but he had a distinct urge to beat the shit outta this man.

OOC: if im not supposed to cuss, sorry, if so then my next post is gonna have a lot...

[Chrynos]

This was not going as well as he thought it would go. Now, what was he doing here? Why, he was working for Mr. Asiv now. He was one of those Enforcers captains. But from the other three, Chrynos was different. Why was that? Well, simple. He hated drugs. He hated the drugs that they had latched onto his belt. He hated it so much he felt like pulling it off him and throwing them onto the floor, but he had no choice. Unlike the other three, though, Chrynos would indeed hesitate using the drugs. He had a bad history with such physically-enhancing drugs.

Through the shades that he was wearing, he surveyed the whole assembly room. Among the four captains, he seemed to be the smallest. In fact, he was the youngest among the four. Also, he seemed to be the most recognisable, with his purple hair sticking out of the cap. And why did he have to wear a cap? He hated those things. The pair of shades were alright, the black shirt and the jeans too, but a cap? Now, that was not part of Chrynos' fashion sense. Letting out a grunt, he saw the students' reaction to their arrival. Well, it wasn't unexpected but still, it was surprising.

Then, one of the larger captains demostrated the effect of the drug and couldn't help but scoff. Muttering a single word, 'Show-off', he continued to stand and wait. At the back of the hall, he saw Hiroko picking John Ong up. Now, what had happened to John Ong was not part of Chrynos' responsibility. It was one of the other three captains. In fact, to the graduate's own views, he himself seemed to be the most peaceful one among them.

And then, one of the students took action. Kane, to be precise. The younger student started his charge towards Asiv. Without a second thought, Chrynos uncrossed his arms, his right arm coming up to grab the cap. Taking it off, he suddenly broke into a sprint, turning into a slight blur with that insane speed of his. Stopping in front of Asiv, he suddenly swung both of his arms forward, placing the two of them together. In other words, both of his palms would be touching each other, the fingers pointing in different directions. It was time to settle these darn students down.

Jerking both of his arms aside, there was a loud grinding sound. And then, there was a loud flash, filling the whole auditorium, affecting any student who just happened to be looking at the stage. The enforcers, having worn sunglasses, would only be slightly affected. Maybe they'd be blinded too, depending on how well their eyesight were. One thing was for sure, Kane would go blind, and having practiced this Qi move for quite a while now, Chrynos estimated that the younger student would go blind for about a duration of 4 seconds, and so were the rest of the students who was affected. The only people totally unaffected were Chrynos and of course, Asiv, who was protected as he was standing right behind Chrynos.

Hopefully, that would bring some silence into the auditorium.

[Mitsuki Park]

Everything is so...chaotic. No one will shut up...people keep talking because of Asiv's decision. Zach. What are you trying to do to us? Are we to be your minions? Your slaves? What deal did you make with the devil? What purpose will those captains serve? Does he not know that students will only rebel even more? That the more restrictions he gives us, the more children would fight for their freedom? What rights are you giving the students at this school? What environment are you serving? What are you encouraging? Drug users? The hidden message in your captains and their drugs seems to scream out, "If you use this, you'll become stronger!"... What will the next generation be like if this keeps up? The next generation of workers? Will they not learn from you? Will they not do the same as you, by taking the "easy" way out?

What do you want from us?

"[If you begin a mass revolt... you and I will have to personally tango to... 'sort you out', little Captain...]"

Mitsuki turned around from her still position; that same position she was in for the past however many minutes. Arms fell loosely on her sides, and her sharp eyes seemed only to have gotten sharper. She stared at Thrush. Ah, that's right, that's right. Mitsuki was not his only master, now was she? So what was the point in being his master in the first place? What power did she have over him? Apparently none, since he was going against her. Of course, perhaps he was never a slave of hers to begin with. Asiv held the greatest power in the school; it was only natural - I guess - that Thrush would listen to him. Or Winters. Whoever the hell he was right now.

..even a companion of mine, an acquaintance, is going against me. But does he know the answers to my question? Does he know what Asiv is up to? What comes out of this? More revolt? Does he know that I'm tired of this? That the one other pillar would be tired of this too? I never intended on starting a mass revolt, but if one should occur, I will take part in it, as my job of a school captain is to protect the students, not the teachers, or any other staff member of this school.[/color]

Eyes landed on top of the chair at which he was holding onto, as if he was going to smack that into Mitsuki at any time now. Slight frown would appear on her thin lips, but would be invisible, as her mask was still on the lower portion of her face. She stared at him.

"...does it look like I'm about to start a mass revolt?"

..you finally cleared out your anger...now what're you going to do, Mitsuki?

Protect as many students as I can, because I failed at protecting the last.

The girl?

She's dead.

Best not to tell Thrush then...best not to tell Thrush.

[Stu Pott]

Justin was watching the other kids, some breaking out into fistfights. He was sure that the new guard would straighten them out.

He was calmly thinking about what to do, to help Asiv... When it struck him, like a chair in the back of the head.

Or more like a punch in the back of the head.

~Mitsuki... A perfect target when she wasn't paying attention... she was in front of him a ways, surrounded by a pit of people. She'd never know who hit her...

Yes... Go for it... What is the worst that could happen?

She gets a hold of you. Then the Enforcers assist, and end the SCHP right then and there... perfection!~

Justin calmly stood out of his seat, and began a dash towards Mitsuki, Winter's standing near her as they were in conversation. He got to the aisle that was 2 behind Mitsuki, and then he ran down it, its previous patrons already mobbing the outside of the auditorium. He, in a most acrobatic stunt, jumped, kicked off the chair, and full body tackled towards Mitsuki.

He missed.

Instead, he clobbered into Winters, sending the two men sprawling, Justin clawing at who he thought was Mitsuki the entire way down. The tackle sent them reeling over a row of seats, and then bouncing off of another, a vicious cracking noise as a seat broke loose from their combined sudden weight. Justin continued pummeling away, until he realized his mistake. A vicious left hook as they began to get up, and he scurried away, down the aisle a ways, before being blocked in by watchers. He stopped, and turned around, the two combatants side to side movement obstructed by more rows of seats. They couldn't leave the rows either, as students began to filter in on each side. Winter's had a broken seat behind him as well, from where the two boys had crashed.

Fucker. I'll beat your fucking melon head in for going against Asiv. You are fucking worthless, maggot.

Eat shit and die!

Justin ran forwards, reeling his right hand back. As he came within arms length, his fist rocketed forwards, his feet stopping hard, as the missile made a collision course for Winters' face.

It would hurt like FUCK to get hit as hard as he had thrown the punch.

[Winters]

Mass Revolt?

A flash of light. Such brilliant, blinding light. The only recollection that I had was that some familiar looking kid had charged out, towards Mr. Asiv, passing the School Captain, when one of the 'Enforcer Captains' rushed out himself, and... Well Jonathan had taken a step back, but kept his grip on the chair, the person sitting it looking at him uncomfortably, but also shielding his eyes. But it lasted for a few seconds, either way.

And there she stood. The School Captain. Standing her ground. Bold. As if she wasn't affected by the light either... he had to give her credit for that. He half-freaked when that thing came from... no where, really. Something that stood between him and Mr. Asiv, like some large obstacle. But then, ever since he had ever heard her name... she was an 'obstacle'. ...Mitsuki Park. What have you done to my 'perfect soldier'?

There he was, wriggling inside me, inside my mind, urging to break loose, to follow the example of those other students. BAH. Lack of discipline. Lack of logic and reason. Part of education was to teach self-restraint. Part of education at these schools was to teach maturity and understanding of the burden of what your actions do. Part of...---

"...does it look like I'm about to start a mass revolt?"

....Perhaps my eyes were glaring at her a little too harshly. But I wasn't in a very happy mood. Already, some students were having at each other, torn by the sides, those who preferred peace either laying back, absolutely lax, or being completely stressed out. ...Suppose my words were a little harsh, but I wouldn't take them back. I couldn't. Integrity compelled me. Maybe stubbornness as well. Spoke it so clearly... I knew those were my true thoughts, and that was something I couldn't lie to myself about. But for whatever I was feeling, it was all sealed up, inside my eyes. My face that of... a statue.

Moved myself towards her... step, by step, by step.. I would get into her face myself if I had to... Did she realize what she was? What she was doing? It didn't matter what she said, but what she DID, and what she unintentionally stood for.

'Mitsuki'... you realize you are...

"...A-Actually, M-Miss 'S-School C-Captain'---"

*WHUMP*

...What's this feeling?

Its as though I'm flying through the sky. ...Face first. Sudden impact around me... makes it ache. Next came the feeling of various plastic and wooden things smashing onto my body---No. That's ME smashing into THEM. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!?

Being beaten. I put up my arms in self defense, over my head, but the rest of my body was getting pummeled. Glasses went sprawling out... a significant little *CRUNCH*---

...My glasses are broken.

...

MY glasses are broken.

Hell to pay. MUCH HELL TO PAY..

Shoving off the bastard, getting a left hook in my side, as he seemingly noticed something odd, unable to clarify it, everything a blur, I shot up as quickly as I could to my feet. Grabbing for my rear pocket, and flipping out a pair of contacts. My emergency case. Now, my face was rigid, and may have showed nothing, but my eyes were burning... and the feeling was nothing short of 'livid'.

My body was aching. I was attacked completely unprovoked. This bastard seemingly has a bone to pick with me or something... and we're crowded in the rows. Oh... this is gonna be fucking perfect...

Fucker. I'll beat your fucking melon head in for going against Asiv. You are fucking worthless, maggot.

Wait, WHAT!?

"...T-There s-seems t-to b-be a-a m-major m-misunderstanding...---"

---Eat shit and die!

The contacts was blurring into focus now, in time for me to see WHAT in God's name he was doing now. Charging. Not this time... NOT THIS TIME. See, for a Freshmen, I'm pretty tall. Not something I brag about, but it's my physical attribute. May not be the fastest bastard... but I slammed my foot down, onto his, the moment he rushed and stopped, the punch fairly obvious incoming at me.. so that as he was still rushing in at me, my left arm had already cocked back, and was bringing in a hook towards his face...

And I was making sure I was slamming down all my pressure onto his forward foot, as I shifted my hips, putting my weight behind the punch.

Ow.

He'd got a pretty good arm...

A pretty good arm that's slamming into my face. But learn about a counter soon. If it didn't hit the side of his head, it'd undoubtedly would hit his shoulder or his side. Didn't matter. Jonathan was just reacting right now.

I am a S.H.C.P.

Do you stand for Mr. Asiv?

It doesn't matter though. Not anymore.

You crossed the line. You attacked an S.H.C.P.

My face was absolutely rigid... you couldn't tell if I was angry or if I was reeling with the shock of the pain, but I could feel the force shoot down into my head.

With a glance... I shot a look at Mitsuki, as his fist collided with my head...

Actually...

Yes. Yes it does. This is the trickle that's gonna start out into a mass revolt.

Congratulations.

Do you know why? Why this will turn into a mass revolt? Because your a symbol, 'Mitsuki Park'. You are a symbol that inspires others. Your standing there, in defiance against Mr. Asiv. Not knowing that by simply standing there... you are instigating the aggravation and admiration of others. You are a rally point. You are their leader.

You are... The School Captain.

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And might I add, that this is an act of war, School Captain. And not even "Thrush" will stop me from delivering the deserved punishment of everyone who today who will and may try to break the established law, and breaking the school into Chaos. Especially you. Mitsuki Park, School Captain of Public High School #259.

[Stu Pott]

He felt a sudden pressure on his left foot as he continued forwards, his bodily momentum carrying him forwards, a good 30 pounds of weight on this weakling. Still, even with the sudden stopping, the fist carried forwards, clocking this kid in the face. A popping was heard as Justin's knuckles began to warm up, this shot breaking them in, readying for more pain.

Still, the kid did have some strength in him. As his fist hit, and began to push harder into Winters' face, Justin felt his own pain bellowing in the side of his torso. Winters' punch was thrown off, and it connected, -hard-, into the upper right pectoral, first skinning off of Justin's arm. It hurt like hell, but he didn't let it stop him.

He brought his right arm back, and pulled hard with his left foot, the leading foot when he threw his punch. His other leg had gone forwards, in between the legs of Winters', as his momentum had carried the entire right side of his body forwards. Pulling would pull Winters' leg forwards, as he was still applying pressure, causing Winters to go off balance.

Something that would benefit Justin GREATLY.

Justin's style was more of a boxing approach, but even then legwork was necessary. So, as the foot was pulled backwards, he pulled it up, so it came totally loose. Now, with Winters off balance, he dropped his foot down, landing behind the foot that was just stepping on his, and then kicked backwards. This would catch his leg, and pull it farther, literally tossing him to the ground.

The distance between them was close. Perfect for how Justin wanted it.

Faking another left, he slammed down hard with his right, which was now at a higher position as Winter's fell backwards. The fist was designated to slam him directly into the chest, flooring him quickly. The entirety of this quick entanglement was literally 2 seconds long, as the battle chorus around them began screaming for winners, the crowd split 50-50 on the true winner...

There was no mercy.

[Travis Delmonte]

OOC: Hope you two don't mind. Just something I see Travis doing.

By now, Travis was getting ancy. Though he really hadn't picked side just yet. He was sure an oppertunity to do so would shine soon. And he would take it. Whether it was honorable or not, after all. It seemed like it would be war soon. And he would fight how he wanted to fight. And through all the commotion, Travis would have begun strolling toward the area Asiv was. And where it seemed plenty of other students were gathered. He would see a familiar girl. A girl that had at one point been the school captain, or maybe she still was. He didn't know. Nor did he care. Then there was another boy. One he had never seen before. It was obvious that something was going down between the two. It looked as if they were ready to fight. But then something would happen. Another boy Travis had never seen would lash out at the one that seemed to have a problem with.. what was her name? Mitsuki, he recalled.

The white-haired boy would soon be sent flying with that first punch. And Travis wanted to destroy the boy who sent the first punch. Well. He wanted to fight whoever would fight. And it was obvious, or so it seemed, that the white-haired boy was weaker. And Travis wanted somewhat of a challege. So maybe it was time to target the unnamed brown-haired boy? A smirk of his face, he hunched his body slightly and he narrowed those vivid blue orbs upon him. Just watching as the first few hits landed, Travis' blood began to boil. He wanted a fight. And he didn't care if this whole assembly hall went to hell anymore. And he didn't care if the white-haired boy wanted help, or not. He was going to get some. and if he tried to stop Travis, he would fight them both. Win or lose, he was getting what he wanted.

Taking off like a bat outta hell, Travis aimed to destroy the other boy with a mean attack. Which, with all the chaos going on around him, Travis doubted that the boy would be able to hear, or even sense him. He would dodge around random students that got in the way, and by the time he would just about reach the brown-haired boy (Justin) His left foot would slam down onto the ground and he would launch his body into the air, that right leg of his bending at the knee, and that knee extending as he aimed to slam it against the boy's body hard.

If landed, he was sure it would be unexpected. He was sure the boy that took it would be in some major pain. And he was sure his own headache would soon fade as the adrenaline began pumping. He was psyched and he was ready to have a little fun.

[Winters]

OOC: For cases like this, we call it 'improvisation'. ^_^ Making sure your properly accommodated, comrade.

Hard Knocks & Throwing Knives Chairs

No need to bullshit. This kid was good.

But that didn't stop me from stomping onto his foot, nor hitting him in the side. But the shot to my face wasn't taken too well... Managed to see it, and thus avoid getting a broken nose by turning my head, but, I'm pretty sure that the left side of my mouth would be damn bruised. ... Ringing noises in my ear. Damn. I gave him a good shot... should've ducked. My arm's momentum was still barely present, so I continued pressing into his side, but he had a touch more strength then I did. Bah. Wonderful.

Felt something... hot, dripping down my left ear... Shit. The ringing's not going away.

Finally the first lifted off, and I grabbed for him, missing obviously. Disoriented. Shaking my head furiously, to get rid of the ringing.---His forward foot is pulling back..

Almost fell back, but instead, I stumbled forward, the foot I used to initially stutter his attack rising and falling towards him, and I felt something just brush off my crotch... Awkward way of dealing with me. Some sort of style, or was this guy really just fucking with him?

Unbalanced and falling towards him.. tried to readjust my foot back. I was faster then him, but only by a smidgen... barely noticeable....---His foot raised up again, and I swear, I was falling backwards.. a mass of something (later occurred to me that it was his foot), as he tripped me up in mid-air. Immediate reaction?

I had to protect myself. These were just like a storyline's 'hook'. Close the book before you get wrapped in. Slammed my right arm, fisted and over my chest, my left arm over it. Making a cross-box defense around my chest. If I couldn't avoid it? I'd at least try to lessen it...

Slamming into me. Powerful punch, but my face held rigid, even as I fell backwards, my legs and feet desperate to lessen the fall, as I took awkward step back, back, back, even though the momentum would dictate that I'd fall, irregardless. Flat on my ass.. breaking up another wooden chair behind me, as I crashed onto the floor, a good three feet away, amongst other things. Yeah. Taking a worse beating then "Thrush" normally does... at face cover.

But I was sitting upright, and that's what I needed, at this point.

Most people would try some sort of 'follow up' attack. Reaching back, using whatever momentum was left, I grabbed the leg of one of a plastic chair (No. Our chairs aren't all uniform... I blame that on improperly used school funding), and flung it forward, towards Justin. Hard to believe all that took place in two seconds, eh? But then, human bodies were created to do extraordinary things that we normally don't think possible..

..Unbeknown to me... there was someone behind him, trying to attack him. ...Meaning that I might've just accidentally thrown it at someone else...

....Dammit. I needed help, but I couldn't afford to let "Thrush" out. ...Maybe it was time to use a canister... Unless... 'he' was in the vicinity.. At any rate, the situation was spiraling out of control, fast. Kids were chanting as they fought.. unless he ended this quickly, this would burst into more fights...

Desperation, flinging the chair..

"...KAMERAD! SIND SIE HIER!?"
"...COMRADE! ARE YOU HERE!?"

[Stu Pott]

((Oi... This was supposed to be just a 1v1... but whatever..))

Justin watched in rapt attention as the boy was smashed HARD into the ground, his entire body hitting, though he did manage to absorb most of the attack with a cross body attack.

The fucker.

Justin was about to come down hard again, when Winters threw a piece of chair at him. He dodged quickly, which probably saved his life, as suddenly a leg came out of nowhere, and brushed past his right side, as he ducked to the left. It skirted his arm, ringing off of it, and then was on a collision course with the other boys back, as it was thrown upwards, and the boy would be turning in mid-air to attack (With the kick. Either your back or your side). It would hurt DEARLY to be in such a position, as the chair was indeed sharp, and could indeed cause some damage.

But he wasn't worried about the other boy. The Enforcers would take care of him if he started to hurt Justin. As he was obviously against the Enforcers to be fighting against someone who was with them, ya?

So, focusing all his attention upon Winters, he drove his shoulder into the boy, driving him downwards. This would pin him, as Justin straddled him, throwing left and right at the boys face and chest. He was determined to severely punish this punk for insolence.

Insolence was not tolerated.

Not at all.

[Travis Delmonte]

The boy he had initially aimed an attack at would move. And to Travis' surprise, a plastic chair had taken his place. Since he was in the air, he didn't have much he could do, other then deflect the chair the best he could with his arms. And thats exactly what he planned to do. A quick reaction and Travis' right arm would swipe toward the chair. A loud crack would sound out as his knuckles connected with the solid plastic, and splintering of the chair occured. It would be successfully deflected, but not without a price. Crimson liquid would trickle from a cut that had opened upon his ungloved fingers.

Not even a second would pass before Travis' feet would reconnect with the solid plane below. Head snapping toward the white-haired boy who had thrown the chair. It was entirely possible it had happened on accident. Or it could have been purposely thrown with the knowledge that the brown-haired boy was definitely going to move. At this time, he didn't care. If it was done on purpose, Travis would have a talk with him after he finished the brown-haired boy.

Stepping forward quickly, Travis would move back in toward Justin. Seeing as he would be attempting to overtake the white-haired boy, all or most of his attention would be focused upon that, leaving Travis an easy shot at landing a clean blow. Seeing as the boy was already close to the ground, attempting to straddle his opponent, Travis would take a single step forward on his left, and then with his right. The right would be his steady pillar as he leaned and threw his body forward a bit, that right arm shooting out and around as Travis' aimed to land a solid right hook to the side of the boy's head, much like a seasoned boxer would.

[lyle]

Vincent was a new kid so he couldn't decipher whether this was something to expect and be called normal, or be hated and named with only the most offensive words. He was un use to it, which could be said about anything he did here, as nothing could truly be reminiscent with his previous life.. Well other than his fateful meeting with him, the previous night. His face still felt a little swell with the shocking events, the plot line possibly even too complex for the most dramatic of movies. Earlier in the day he'd gone to what looked to be nothing short of a help desk, to ask how to retrieve a new set of keys for his room, the previous pair had escaped his clutches, making him homeless.. making him annoyed, tired and just generally pissed off with the situation. It was deja vu, bad things came frequently to deter Vincent, this was just another one of those many problems he'd faced. After waiting in a long line, the halls gettered to a stand still, the helpless freshmen shocked by the announcement of an emergency assembly.

And then it all faded to black, as memories arose that he'd worked to keep down. He never talked about them, as they were truly so vile that bile, or other things would arise when they crossed his inner mind. Uniformed up in black and other assortment, they looked just liked the guards back in the forest, tucked away in Germany, where no one would be looking for a shocking military school turned training camp. They had done things there that none could imagine, and now, as the bile crawled, they'd do it here too. His mind became feeble, the only thing sinking his feet. Lip stood in awe as well, their commandant speaking loudly now, his little smile, his little cocky look. There was no denying it. Like before, he still struck fear deep into the aging boy's spine. Harsh words fell on death ears as he listened only to bits of the verbal assaults, some of the words he didn't understand, but could read the harsh tone of each speaker like a German book. A boy in rags stood, or hanged, Vincent could really tell, but still, he hung like the deep thickening resentment that had set up in that horrible place. They'd done this the day before he'd left, although everyone was sitting in cold, numbing snow and the young Bletskin was the one hanging.. His skin the only defense against their whips and punches, his skin the only defense against the unbearable cold.

Blinking eyes blotted one more time. It was him.

Not they, but him. He felt that the previous night was left unfinished, but he stopped thinking as the figure began a wild waltz, fist a flinging, legs a stomping. Chaos quickly turned to calamity, the word fitting perfectly for such a situation. His blood seemed to thicken, Vincent's that is, as the scene unfolded.

He urged to walk forward, and the dark haired teen blinked once more, letting out a thick shutter as eyes blotted a final time and his hair shook. . . Fuck No.[/size] Vince was here, now.

And gone, his feet stomping too as he walked his way through the crowd, winters-, no him, the man who was believed to be Vince's old comrade from the camp, was before him in a heap with others, fighting for order. Order would be a word that would not see the light of day, in this room for quite some time. His feet raced forward, agility his ally as he darted throughout he crowd, brushing up with people he couldn't care about, shoving if needed. A small circle surrounded the fight, people screaming for a victor like the vicious dogs that would be fighting in the ring. Unfortunate it was, but this was America, the land of fucked up people.

The dark bird soared again, his heart pumping like a mad machine, its driver cast askew in the ruckus. They would pay, they would all fucking pay! Until the very last one of them was so beat that they couldn't even draw that damned cocky smile ever again. They'd pay for what they'd done to him, to his friend. No matter what they claimed, they would all face the travesty that fell upon Vince.

His fists balled.

"...KAMERAD! SIND SIE HIER!?"

"Nie wird ich verlasse!"
"Never will I leave!"

A chair passed his eyes as he shot forward, fists still a mess of complete concrete, rock steady, they would be his weapons. His feet were alike with their upper companions, ready to move to and fro, to drive hard and nothing more. The one that was called Justin dodged what could have been a knockout combo, though he certainly wasn't out of the thick of the fight yet. Vince was ready to destroy the fool though, his right army pulling low and back, his legs tightening along with his breath, viewing the brown hared boy as he rebounded, running for his comrade. Caring not whether the white haired boy could hold his own or not, Vince unleashed his fist as he neared Justin from the boy's front right. It mattered not that with the pandemonium around them all that his target may or may not have seen this coming. Nothing mattered anymore, his hand was that of his own will, of his own fighting and enduring spirit. He'd fuck this fool up here and now.

His left arm shot forward, instincts already preparing for a defensive attack as his left foot drove home, already blocking slight his would be opponent's path. The clang of the bullet as it shot down the guns barrel was loud and an incredible thing, this uppercut was another. With what would surely be an unmatched speed Vince sent his fist flying from his mid waist, aiming immediately for the running Justin, who would find himself to be the perfect target, when he reviewed the brutal swelling of his stomach later. But back to the fight, as the fist rung out deep through the air, gaining speed with each pass, strength maxed out, anger and adrenaline a sweet concoction that kept it going. Immediately after Vince's left hand would grasp what he could of the figure and send his right leg strait forward, the knee bending as it neared and his right arm moving out of the way. His body would shoot slightly forward, though all of his weight was not present in the new blow.



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[Winters]

Reinforcements: The German Stand

"Nie wird ich verlasse!"

The balance is always under attack. Those who stick with order, with the rules, with the laws, to an extreme. Those who oppress. And then those who try to break apart all foundations, all extremes. Neither is beneficial. And in truth, while it was not Jonathan's place to pass judgment over a man much older then himself, he could not help but think... that this was a strange extreme to go. But then, he was just a student, and he had to acknowledge that some things were beyond his imagination or his mind-set of comprehension. Perhaps some sort of secret reason as to why the extra security? Whatever the case was... Jonathan, master of "Thrush" had pledged his allegiance to Mr. Asiv. The supervisor. And while Mr. Asiv may not have always been attentive, there was always this look in his eyes that... he saw beyond what all else saw. Could see what Jonathan could not. Such as the day that "Thrush" was sent to reinforce the attacking students as they fought against the 'Gods'.

Whether or not he would looked upon as a 'good guy' or a 'bad guy'... there was one thing for certain. The balance had tipped onto chaos and anarchy's side. So call me the bad guy then. I'll embrace the title. So long as balance is restored... after all...

...I'm S.H.C.P.

And this boy had to be made an example of. The students around them, watching as the melee was growing larger. This had to be quick and decisive, 'lest they encourage others to start their own fights. But, to see a student attack him? That was the worst sign of disunity he'd ever seen in his entire 'School Hall Correctional Police' career.

Punishment must be reinforced. Or else, what point would there be in having rules?

..Like "Thrush" though, this guy had a tendency to react quickly, whenever he was attacked with something he could plainly see. Dodged his chair throw, but Jonathan had set it up for that. He'd picked up a sharp metal chair leg, and discreetly shoved it into the back of his pants, as another person came charging in, as if to kick towards the other kid. Or to kick Jonathan. Either way, THIS guy had better fighting skills then Jonathan himself, being able to deflect the chair out of the way, though a small splurt of red seemed to flash by Jonathan's sight... did this guy cut himself?---

Best to worry about that later. This guy, whatever the hell he was fighting for, was charging at Jonathan again. But the chair-throw had not only give him a chance to stand, but to get his arms ready up...---*WHAM!*

Slammed down, back onto the floor. On his back again. Chest pounding again, having just been floored again, but his senses were back. The side of his mouth bleeding, arms scraped... but he was in the game now.

As the attacker charged him, and threw him on the floor, Jonathan's arms had shot out... towards his neck. There, Jonathan was straddled by a fierce opponent, but his hands would try to wrap tightly around the kid's neck.. pressing down hard with his thumbs on the adam's apple.

...And all throughout, his face would not change.

Not even when he was being slammed in the head and the chest with ferocious blows... he'd keeps his tight little hands around that neck.

And strangle him.

After all, this was a day he was truly happy on. He could see 'him' just beyond this punk... Vincent.

There was a reason the enforcers hadn't come to break this up. Because the S.H.C.P. were handling this. ...Yes... Vincent.. the perfect candidate for the next new S.H.C.P.

With a bruised chest and a beaten up face.. he could not help but laugh.

"Zeigen wir diese Punker, wie WIRKLICHE Männer kämpfen! Deutsch Männer"
"Let's show these punks how REAL men fight! German men!"